Ness ses I'm to be writing 6 weird things about me - then I have to tag people it seems. I tag Shalo and Diloo and Chatti and Shanswam (although I don't think there's a point to this)
1. I love Bollywood bakwas pictures. I love Govinda songs inspite of myself.
2. I have to pick my nose at least 5 times a day. I can even do it in public.
3. If my shoe laces are tied too tight, I feel like I can't breathe.
4. I call people by three different names (which aren't their own) before by some accidental neuronal spiking I get their name right.
I haven't been disowned yet.
5. When I get stub a toe or get wounded I whimper and make all the sounds made by an injured dog.
6. Sometimes when I have an itch on my forearm, I'll gnaw at it with my front teeth the way doggies do.
Now I've really blown my chances of finding a boy-friend!!
Grr...
Friday, July 14, 2006
Sunday, June 04, 2006
Sahi hai ...
We (He and I) called an old friend up the other day and she said, “Wow it’s amazing!! Your accents haven't changed one bit!!”
I managed a faint smile at my friend sitting opposite me. He grinned.
(Marvellous no? This speaker phone contraption).
We talked a little longer – about this, that and the other and hung up swearing to think about each other each time we did something wonderfully symbolic of our friendship, like hear a Backstreet Boys' song.
(You know, one of those standard things adolescents do to swear their undying love for each other?)
I looked across at him … He stared back at me wide-eyed. Wondering where I was headed on my newest “philosophical trip” (a term of his own devising I assure you).
“She thinks we talk the same," I said.
“Haan tho? Theek hi tho hai. Tereko accent bilkool nahi hai, mereko bhi nahi hai.” he said.
“Woh maloom hai re, lekin accent aane ke liye angrezi mein baat karta kaun hai?”
“Sahi hai … yeh baat bhi sahi hai.”
"Kya na, humlog bombay mein bhi itna hindi mein baat nahi karte the na?"
“Haan re. Apna mummy-bapu apna lingo sunega tho unka dimaag hatega nahi?”
“Maa kasam! Fight ho jayega. Woh log bolega - tereko mein Stanford, MIT iske liye bheja kya!!”
*laughter
“Aur Xavier’s jayega tho log terko dekh ke bolega – kidhar se aaya atrangi?”
“Baat sun, udhar jayegi na – professor log ko hi hello bol ke somdi me vat lena- kissi ko maloom bhi nahi padega.”
*silence
"Tereko yaad hai kya, mast english mein baat kaisa karne ka?"
"Haan, sort of. I mean, I haven't completely forgotten the language or anything. Matlab I can still baat karofy in english, its just that hindi comes more fataak se."
“Tu jaldi upar jayega beta”
*more laughter
No, my dearest, I don’t have an accent – however, there might be other things about my verbal communication skills that you need to be concerned about.
I do think about you although I rarely listen to BSB.
I managed a faint smile at my friend sitting opposite me. He grinned.
(Marvellous no? This speaker phone contraption).
We talked a little longer – about this, that and the other and hung up swearing to think about each other each time we did something wonderfully symbolic of our friendship, like hear a Backstreet Boys' song.
(You know, one of those standard things adolescents do to swear their undying love for each other?)
I looked across at him … He stared back at me wide-eyed. Wondering where I was headed on my newest “philosophical trip” (a term of his own devising I assure you).
“She thinks we talk the same," I said.
“Haan tho? Theek hi tho hai. Tereko accent bilkool nahi hai, mereko bhi nahi hai.” he said.
“Woh maloom hai re, lekin accent aane ke liye angrezi mein baat karta kaun hai?”
“Sahi hai … yeh baat bhi sahi hai.”
"Kya na, humlog bombay mein bhi itna hindi mein baat nahi karte the na?"
“Haan re. Apna mummy-bapu apna lingo sunega tho unka dimaag hatega nahi?”
“Maa kasam! Fight ho jayega. Woh log bolega - tereko mein Stanford, MIT iske liye bheja kya!!”
*laughter
“Aur Xavier’s jayega tho log terko dekh ke bolega – kidhar se aaya atrangi?”
“Baat sun, udhar jayegi na – professor log ko hi hello bol ke somdi me vat lena- kissi ko maloom bhi nahi padega.”
*silence
"Tereko yaad hai kya, mast english mein baat kaisa karne ka?"
"Haan, sort of. I mean, I haven't completely forgotten the language or anything. Matlab I can still baat karofy in english, its just that hindi comes more fataak se."
“Tu jaldi upar jayega beta”
*more laughter
No, my dearest, I don’t have an accent – however, there might be other things about my verbal communication skills that you need to be concerned about.
I do think about you although I rarely listen to BSB.
Saturday, January 21, 2006
Tuesday, January 03, 2006
Simple Minds
I am not saying I am right. I am saying this is what I believe.
Reality to you is what you accept to be the truth isn't it?
The best way.
The easiest route.
Tailor made for you.
By you.
So more people agree with you than I have people agreeing with me.
Why do you break down my beliefs?
On days when everything seems hopeless they're all I have.
Reality to you is what you accept to be the truth isn't it?
The best way.
The easiest route.
Tailor made for you.
By you.
So more people agree with you than I have people agreeing with me.
Why do you break down my beliefs?
On days when everything seems hopeless they're all I have.
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